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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Feb 19, 2007 22:38:26 GMT -5
"Ajanouha ryc draen tevvanahlac. Fryd sygac y bancuh suna tevvanahd dryh yho udran?" Darishan asked, not really expecting or sure that there was an answer. "Ec ed naymmo zicd sykel dryd sygac ic tevvanahd? Fuimt Yspan pa yho macc uv rancamv ev cruimt luimth'd drnuf vmysa, un ec cra mega rancamv palyica cra luimt? Ed sygac meddma cahca, pid baubma vymm ibuh druca tevvanahlac mega jimdinac du vaycd," he sighed.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Feb 20, 2007 21:19:33 GMT -5
Darishan suddenly stood up, his eyes alert and wary and almost showing interest. (a rarity for him) There was something out there... it wasn't right. Not at all... Waves of ominous intent seemed to pour from that area, even though it was far. Something just seemed to tell him that... if it was what he thought it was, Elliot would have no chance against it in his present state of mind.
"Elliot, I need to go. I do not want to leave you alone, but this is very important. I will be back within the hour," he stated impassively. The short, crimson-haired Necromancer then sprinted off with surprising speed, stumbling once over a protruding rock but otherwise quickly fading from sight. And then he was gone.
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Post by baha on Feb 23, 2007 23:51:09 GMT -5
Elliot nodded, then curled up and closed his eyes. It'd be a long hour...
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 8, 2007 23:20:51 GMT -5
Darishan returned, impassive as ever, but his face was just a mask to the turmoil of his mind. Not yet... he thought, knowing the futility of trying to postpone destiny. Oddly enough, something as futile and irrational as that was causing him more emotion than he had felt in years. But emotions had always been irrational. It will be there, of course, and it's stupid to ignore what is in front of you, but there isn't a better path right now. What a fitting example of 'damned if you do, damned if you don't.' And how fittingly literal. "Sorry if I'm late," Darishan said, returning to his spot.
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Post by baha on Apr 21, 2007 19:34:42 GMT -5
Elliot rolled over, his eyes to the dark ceiling. "I've been thinking while you were gone. About death. How can you be there one minute... and suddenly you're dead... you've lost them. They had a full life set in front of them, so much given into it... and it was all lost..."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Apr 23, 2007 18:03:12 GMT -5
"Some people think of Death as an ultimate end. It isn't really... just a change. True, people had a full life in front of them that they can no longer fulfill, but they can still do as they please. There are limits to death, but there are limits to life too. It's just different...." Darishan said, realizing with a sinking feeling that he was now repeating himself. He really needed to get himself under control; it was pathetic... "I just hope we have higher expectations for afterlife than the withered haunts of this place..."
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Post by baha on May 13, 2007 19:30:32 GMT -5
(eh sorry, I was in a depressed mood from what happened to Nate...) Elliot shook himself and fluffed into Wolf Form. He flopped onto his back and stretched his paws out in all directions, then said, "THATS WIGGIDY WIGGIDY WACK!!!!!! PSHAAWW!!! Okkaaay I'm done... Sooo whatdja do when you ran off?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on May 13, 2007 19:36:05 GMT -5
Wiggidy wiggidy wack...? Elliot was definitely bipolar. "I killed someone," he said as calmly as a married woman would say 'Dinner's at seven tonight' to her child who asked. Don't know where that similie came from....
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Post by baha on Jun 8, 2007 18:20:03 GMT -5
Elliot nodded calmly, "What did you do with the body? I hope you didn't eat it, that's unsanitary. You have to cook it first."
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 18, 2007 22:09:12 GMT -5
Darishan stared into the fire thoughtfully, wondering if Elliot was serious. Of course he was. Did he ever eat bodies... cooked or not? Yes, probably. This was Elliot he was thinking about, after all.
"I can't say I have ever eaten anyone," he replied stoically. "But I'd imagine it would be unsanitary, yes. When it died I rotted the flesh from its bones and used my blood to cast a sealing spell on it, so that I could use it later." Specific ways to deal with bodies. The normal person way: bury it. The Elliot way: Perhaps a tea party and then eat it. The Darishan way: Add it to your undead zombie hoard.
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Post by baha on Jun 18, 2007 22:14:52 GMT -5
Elliot shrugged, "Well, I was going to suggest take it to a carnival next, but I guess not. So whats your favorite color?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jun 18, 2007 22:18:38 GMT -5
"Blue," Darishan replied. Ha, bet you all were expecting black. "But didn't we ask each other this before in the question game on the mountain?"
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Post by baha on Jun 30, 2007 18:59:35 GMT -5
Elliot shrugged, "My mind doesn't go back that far..." This was true in all entirety; Elliot could hardly remember what he ate for breakfast. Honestly, he couldn't remember at all. Elliot stretched, "Are we almost done this? I don't really love this place. It smells like Lykaios' piss pit, as I liked to call it." He grinned evily at Darishan.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 12, 2007 21:47:57 GMT -5
"We were instructed to stay here a night. When the sun rises, we can leave. Who is Lykaios?" he asked with some curiousity.
(Lorien: He's my buddy! In the future! =3)
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Post by baha on Jul 16, 2007 21:07:24 GMT -5
(Lykaios: <3_<3 =D =D LOWWIIEEEN! *huggles* BESTEST BUDDIEST EVEREST! ) "Err, he's the werewolf that bit me. I left home soon afterwards and left with him for a good deal of time. He taught me pretty much everything I know now." He shrugged. "He was an interesting guy. Kinda giddy. But serious too. You know? Probably not." He laughed.
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